The southern army camp.
Wen Zhong's brows were tightly furrowed.
News that Ji Fa had proclaimed himself Son of Heaven in his father's stead and announced King Zhou's ten crimes had spread throughout the realm.
Even in the Southern Borderlands, everyone knew. Yue people had already used this to provoke the army, hoping to lure Great Shang's Southern Campaign forces deep into the mountain forests.
This was a difficult matter to handle.
"Ah-"
Wen Zhong sighed, but there was nothing he could do. This had been destined.
Hadn't the Investiture Calamity and the Shang-Zhou war already been divined decades, even centuries ago?
Even taking a step back, if Ji Fa didn't want to fight, the Immortals and Gods pulling all the strings would insist on war.
Wen Zhong lit an oil lamp. His eyesight was good enough that he didn't actually need one, but a light in the central command tent could offer a little reassurance to a camp buffeted by wind and rain, its people gripped by fear.
Just then, Tai Luan flew into the tent, bringing a gust that nearly blew out the lamp.
Wen Zhong put down the military report in his hands and asked, "What has you so panicked?"
Tai Luan was on the verge of tears. "Your humble servant... your humble servant... deserves death! I shouldn't have come to see you, Grand Tutor..."
Uncle Wen had a rather explosive temper and felt like hitting someone. The man was already here, so what was all this about not coming to see him?
He slapped the table. "If you have something to say, spit it out!"
Looking utterly miserable, Tai Luan said, "The Young General and I were scouting outside Three Mountains Pass, guarding against a surprise attack by the Yue people. But we never expected..."
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